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Authors: L.G. Castillo
After the Fall (Broken Angel #2)
After the Fall
(Broken Angel #2)
L.G. Castillo
Copyright © 2013 by L.G Castillo.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
The binding scene is based on the classic hand binding ceremony: Blessing of the Hands by Author Unknown.
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After the Fall/ L.G. Castillo
First Edition: September 15, 2013
After the Fall (Broken Angel, #2)
De la espina y el dolor nace la flor.
(From the thorn and the pain a flower is born.)
~Spanish Proverb
R
achel’s cloak fluttered as she sped through the dark tunnel. He was there. She could feel him.
Shivering, her fingers fumbled with the heavy material as she drew it closer to her body. Puffs of white drifted from her mouth as she panted, trying to catch her breath. With each step she took, it was as if her angelic powers were being drained away. She stopped and slumped against the damp wall of the cave, unable to take another step. Could she do this? Even if she managed to reach him, would she have any power left to save him?
Gabrielle had warned her it would be like this, but Rachel had dismissed her, especially when she first stepped into Hell. It looked just like home! Lush grass and fragrant flowers lined the landscape as far as she could see. Snowcapped mountains stood as a backdrop against the clear blue skies—even the stream was located in the same exact spot as in Heaven. If it wasn’t for the unnerving feeling in the pit of her stomach and the hairs that stood on the back of her neck, she would have sworn she was home.
Considering Lucifer held his captives at the Lake of Fire, she had assumed Hell was a vast empty land of sweltering heat. It wasn’t until she found the cave hidden behind a waterfall that she finally understood what Gabrielle meant about not letting her guard down. The cave was frigid. The icy air seemed to seep into her pores and deep into her bones, causing her teeth to chatter uncontrollably.
She wished Gabrielle had given her more information about what to expect. She would’ve dressed warmer. Gabrielle had only gone once, and she had waited on the outer boundaries of the cave. According to her, one time had been enough. It had taken her days to recover from the experience.
Only Raphael knew what Hell was really like. He had made Gabrielle wait for him while he bravely went through the deepest depths of the cave to reach the lake. He was the only person she knew of who had gone down and returned—alive.
If only she could have asked Raphael about what to expect and how to prepare. She sighed. If she had, there was no way she could’ve slipped away unnoticed. She would’ve been reported to Michael and more than likely, would’ve been put on watch until it was too late.
A sob escaped her at the thought of his death. She slapped a hand over her mouth, horrified as the sound echoed in the darkness, bouncing off the walls. Her body shook as she wrestled with the thought of losing him. She had to pull herself together. If she were caught, it would be the end for both of them.
She took a resolving breath and pushed herself off the wall.
I can do this. I won’t lose him.
Her feet scraped across the floor of the cave as she trudged forward in the darkness. As she rounded a corner, she came up to a pair of tunnels.
Which way should I go?
Her eyes watered, and she bit down on her lip, frustrated. She was tired. So tired. If she chose the wrong one, she didn’t know if she would be able to make it down the second. Time was running out. She had to make a choice, now!
She was about to go down the tunnel to her left when she heard a moan from the right.
It’s him!
She raced toward the sound with renewed energy, and within minutes, she came into a large cavern. Heat slammed against her body, making her cringe in pain from the abrupt change in temperature. She stopped suddenly, her arms flailing out as she tried to regain her balance and not fall into the molten lava that appeared right before her eyes threatening to singe the tips of her toes.
The lake!
Immense heat blurred her vision, and she rubbed her eyes. All she could see was a sea of red heat.
Where is he?
Searching through the haze, she finally saw a faint figure, motionless. She blinked again and gasped when her eyes finally focused.
No! It can’t be him.
Across the lake, chained to the wall, naked, was the one person in her life who she couldn’t be without. The one person for whom she would defy the orders of the most high of archangels just so she could save him.
Uriel.
Tears spilled down her heated cheeks as she took in his once magnificent body, scorched by the lava that splashed onto his skin. His beautiful downy-white wings were now a grotesque black. With each movement he made, feathers turned to ash and fluttered lifelessly to the ground.
“Uriel,” she croaked.
Uriel lifted his head, and pained eyes looked back at her, a startling blue against the black of his charred face. “No,” he groaned. “Leave. Leave now. He’ll be here—”
The cave rumbled, and lava sprouted into the air. A splattering of the searing liquid fell onto his chest. He arched his back and screeched.
“I’m coming, Uriel!” She tore off her cloak and flicked her wings open.
“It’s too late for me,” he rasped. “Don’t do this.”
“No, it’s not. I don’t care what the others say. You’ve redeemed yourself. You deserve another chance.”
He looked deep into her eyes. “Forgive me. I’m unworthy of you.”
“There is nothing to forgive. I love you.”
Desperate to find a way to get to him, Rachel looked around the cavern. She swallowed hard as she flit her wings and with all the strength she could muster, propelled herself into the air. She was only able to get herself a couple of feet off the ground. It was as if an invisible barrier was holding her down. Frantically, she looked around for another way to get to him and saw a narrow stone path with lava washing across it. There was no other way to him.
With all her might, she pushed herself upward, trying to get distance from the fiery liquid. The cave shook again, and a wave of lava slammed against the walls, sending droplets of lava flying into the air and onto her wings.
She wailed in pain and began to fall.
“No, Rachel. Go back,” Uriel moaned.
Before Rachel could tell him there was no way she was leaving him, she felt a rush of air on her back. An arm wrapped tightly around her waist and yanked her away from the lake, away from Uriel.
“Take her...Gabrielle,” Uriel gasped. “Keep her...safe.”
“You have my word,” Gabrielle said as she tightened her hold on Rachel.
“No!” Rachel screamed, struggling against Gabrielle’s steel-like arms. “Let me go. Let. Me. Go!”
Rachel stretched out her arms as if just by doing so, she could hold on to him. “Uriel! Uriel!”
Just as Gabrielle flew out of the cavern, a loud thunderclap rocked the cave, and the sound of his screams ripped through her, mixing with her own.
Then, silence.
He’s gone.
She fell limply into Gabrielle’s arms as they flew back through the frigid tunnel. The cold spread to her face, her hands, and then crept into her heart and the deepest part of her soul until there was nothing left except a dark numbness. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
When they flew out of the waterfall and into the sunlight, she stared lifelessly at the clouds drifting overhead. And though the sun shone down on her face, she couldn’t feel its warmth. She doubted if she would ever feel it again. The cold emptiness in her heart would be there forever because Uriel was dead.
***
“W
ait! Uri died? Like died, died? No longer existing, died?” Naomi gawked at Rachel and then glanced at Uri. His dimple flashed as he grinned. “But, you’re...you’re here.”
Rachel stared off into the distance with a sad expression as if she were still back in the cave.
“Rachel? Are you okay?” Naomi shook her shoulder, her brow furrowed with worry. She wasn’t used to seeing her friend so sad. Out of all the angels she’d met during her short time in Heaven, Rachel was the most cheerful, always chirping away about angel gossip. She wished she hadn’t asked Rachel about how she and Uri met. Naomi had no idea about their tragic past or that Rachel and Uri were ever apart. Uri, who had shortened his name from Uriel, was always by Rachel’s side.
When Naomi first met Uri, she’d been taken off guard by the way he winked and teased her. And he was a hugger, just like Rachel. She’d thought Lash would be jealous of the way Uri flirted with her. But then she noticed he was that way with everyone, even Gabrielle.
Heaven was not at a loss for drop-dead gorgeous angels. Although Lash’s dark, brooding looks were more her type, she had to admit Uri was attractive. His dark blond hair was worn short with long bangs that flopped on his forehead, highlighting teasing blue eyes. His most striking features were his full lips that always seemed to be in a puckered position. Many of the female angels drooled every time Uri kissed their hand “hello” or melted whenever he flashed a smile at them. And if Uri really wanted to get them going, he’d go heavy on his Russian accent.
Despite all the attention he drew, it was clear that his heart belonged to Rachel. Every time she walked into the room, his face would light up and grow even more breathtakingly handsome. It was like all the energy he radiated was because of her.
Rachel blinked a few times, and she shook her head as if bringing herself to the present. “Yeah, sorry. I got lost in memories there for a moment. What were you saying?”
“Ah, my love, allow me to explain to Naomi my miraculous resurrection,” Uri said to Rachel.
He leaned over the table and took Naomi’s hand into his. He paused and then glanced over at Lash. “May I?”
Lash nodded and leaned back into his seat. “As long as you rein in some of the charm.”
Naomi rolled her eyes. “He’s just holding my hand. Why
are
you holding my hand, Uri?”
“Tell me, my beautiful Naomi. What do you feel?” Uri gave Rachel a wink.
Naomi blinked, confused. “I, uh, well, I feel your hand.”
“Yes, you feel Uri’s hand,” he said, flipping the “r” as he spoke. “But, who is Uri?”
“What?” She glanced over to Lash, not knowing what to think. He shrugged.
“Is this Uri, flesh and bones?” He slid her hand up his muscular arm. “Or is this Uri?” He then placed her hand over his chiseled chest.
Lash bolted up in his seat. “Hey there, watch it now.”
“Shh.” Naomi waved a hand. “I think I’m on to something.”
“Looks to me like you’re feeling Uri up,” he mumbled.
Rachel giggled and picked up the cards from the center of the table. “Naomi’s right. You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not...aw, give me the cards.” He snatched the deck from her.
Naomi could feel Lash pouting as he shuffled the cards. She wanted to put his mind at ease, but she was close to figuring out what Uri was trying to explain. It was on the tip of her mind.
“Are you saying that it was only your body that changed?”
Uri grinned. “Very good. This”—he tapped her hand against his chest—“is a new and improved Uri. You like?” He winked.
“Yes.”
He beamed, and she heard a muffled giggle from Rachel.
Naomi felt her face grow warm as she pulled her hand off his chest. “I mean...you’re a...a...a good friend,” she stammered.
She took a breath and tried to re-focus the conversation back to what they were talking about. “So, what you’re saying is that the real you, your soul, didn’t die. It was still alive.”
“She is a smart one, no?” Uri said to Lash.
He grunted.
“Let’s take that as a ‘yes’.” Naomi turned her attention back to the game they were playing. She swiped the pinto beans off the bingo card and looked for another one. Her current one had to be jinxed. She hadn’t won one game the entire evening.